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The goddess of Virnora (closed)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Tigeress on Tue Sep 20, 2011 10:47 am

The sun glistened in its beautiful orange splendor, signaling the rise of a new dawn for the city-state of Virnora, its light revealing powerful castle ramparts that towered over its citizens as if some monument that stood protectively above them, both divine and physical.

Its large windows a thousands stained glass eyes that observed the small metropolis, watching her citizens arise tiredly, and wiping weariness from their features. They were a diverse people of many skins, but many had tribal markings, stripes that showed their devotion to their emasculate “Queens”. They moved about through festive looking streets, walking around scantily clad (and many times not clad at all) a sharp contrast to the dull shine of liquor that seemed to be bottled everywhere, as if it decided it was going to have some form of decency.

She sang too, the songs of merchants hawking their wares, as it formed a odd melody of forceful chatter that intermixed in harmony with the sound of giggling exotic prostitutes, who went about their way applying their trade quite openly, and seemingly always accompanied by a drunken lullaby of the intoxicated. Gold clinking constantly seemed to be the joyous light percussion and the intense screams of brawlers as they attacked each other in violent flurries, over who knows what nonsense. It was Truly a stupendous combination of sound that formed the voice of Virnora.

If one was to approach her, they would discover her scent, the smell of cheap perfumes, spicy heavily spiced drinks that did little to conceal its powerful taint, and the sweat… that musty love maker’s sweat that seemed to be in everything, and opening your mouth could possibly mean you risk tasting someone. Merely breathing was at times difficult for the abundance of long pipes seemed to be never ending…

All this delighted the “Queen” as she rested peacefully in her aged throne of polished cherry wood, the light drifting over her naked lithe body, revealing a very large bottle of cinnamon colored drink, which she straddled lovingly ever so slightly between her heavily marked legs, blackened by hundreds of gentle stripes.

Her head moved slightly in her slumber, and long braids of dark red hair drifted along the top of the bottle, as if they were wild snakes lusting for a drink, but hovered above the entrance, possibly held up by numerous black feathers braided into the red mass. They seemed to flap slightly with every peaceful inhale as her ample chest caused them to pull forward slightly in rhythmic patterns.

The lightly tanned face was sharp, beastlike in its design, and one would be loath to near it, but would definitely admire it from a safe distance, in case the exotic creature suddenly lounged for your exposed throat.

The creatures long eye lashes fluttered , like a butterfly readying for a peaceful flight, before drifting open with a uninterested expression, as if everything suddenly bored her. Despite this, her amber eyes gleamed, glowing dangerously as the sun’s caress reflected off those orbs, utterly mirror-like and flawless.

The goddess of Virnora had awoken…
The "Queen" shifted her beastlike face ever so slightly, head cocked in a curious manner reminiscent of a whimsical housecat, the expression captivating a mildly amused nature as the gleaming amber eyes locked onto a singular figure camouflaged most elegantly into marble stone of the throne room, a trait of the “Dou’far”, and most particularly, of her loyal friend.

“Shev.” The “Queen” called as if someone would call their loving pet from outside, her tone filled with bemusement that often follows, and a smile begun to radiant, beautiful despite several well earned scars that caused that divine face to be flawed. “Shev, you can come to me now.”

Yet the creature remained still, and had anyone else drifted into the majestic throne room, they would have merely noted the amazingly life-like statue spread out in true feline manner that befit the decorations of the grand castle, its slender body seemingly flowing with the floor. Like true art, the creature both stood out and blended in perfectly, a truly dangerous combination of beauty and invisibility.
The “Queen” lifted herself from the massive throne, raising the reddish colored drink to her lips and draining what little remained, her face showing a kind of intense pleasure as the disturbed contents sloshed around, unleashing its heavily spiced scent into the room, where it rested upon her breath.

Her steps were soft and padded, despite how she towered over the tiny creature, a impressive height of a tall adult, and nearly half again. Her shadow seemed to cover the creature completely, but still it did not stir, and the “Queen” smiled her usual bored nature, before touching it with one abnormally long hand, stroking it gently.

She was greeted with a loud, booming purr as the statue suddenly seemed to have life granted by this single godly motion, rubbing itself against her touch as the hand brushed against feminine now grey hair. “Found me!” it giggled with delight, the voice a meowing sound as the creature pushed closer, “Again again!” it shouted playfully, dashing over towards the large throne, where it took a seat, its body changing color to blend almost perfectly into its wood.

That same amused smile was all that greeted the tiny creature as the “Queen” shook her head, hair dancing around slightly and several blackened feathers flickering ever so slightly, “We have much to do.” And she begun to walk away as the small creature slinked behind her, almost with a hurt expression, but said nothing as the Queen begun to dress herself in clothes that seemed to have been unceremoniously discarded the day before. Elegant and functional leather robes of red that were the traditional manifest of her position. They clothes of Manticore nobility, and as she donned them, attaching dozens of belts that formed the oddly tight fitting center of her body, that bemused smile never left her lips. “197 to 365, I’ll never catch up.”

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Hafjarl hissed as he bound from one rock to another. Behind him the monotone thumps of the heavily laden animals along the trail echoed along the wide canyon. Cloaked and covered from head to toe the man was most assuredly not from the local region. The war sword that hung across his back, the hilt blackened and worn. The leather and wood sheath battered and notched. This was a man who had seen much conflict in his life. And now he raced ahead of the caravan that was meandering towards the city-state of Virnora.

T'shmura the Elder finished his breakfast. Quail and bread washed down by the rich red wine that Virnora loved so well. Standing he draped his long white robes around him, his gray eyes followed the foot traffic surging and ebbing outside the walls of his villa. Casting his gaze towards the castle he flashed a quick smile, before sipping more wine. Turning his attention once again towards the throngs that filled the streets, even at this early hour. His eyes flickered a moment as he noticed the dust pillar that swirled and danced far outside the city walls.

Pursuing his lips he thumped the rail before him, narrowing his eyes he felt an unease grip him. The explosion of the door flying open caused him to flinch as he turned to see Captain Ashkura standing in her armor. A concerned look upon her face.

“Well?”
“Scouts spotted them earlier this morning. A caravan.”
“Caravan? Whose? One of our neighbors?”
“No.” Ashkura shook her head, she advanced swiftly and pointed towards the dust column, “It is immense, far larger than any caravan we have seen before. Nearly a mile in length, with strangely adorned peoples.”
“Well I suppose we should let the Queen know we have visitors.” A momentary pause as T'shmura clicked his tongue along his teeth, “Do they have guards?”
“Of course, they are well armed. I have not seen peoples like this before, but I have heard of them. They may be Talisan.”
“Ahh...very well let us visit the Queen and see what we shall do then.”

T'shmura stared at the dust cloud as he finished off his wine. Talisan merchants were well-known for their skill at trading. However in the history of Virnora never had a caravan come this way, finding the port cities to the West easier to trade with. Something very usual was happening this day.

“Captain, tell me what do we know of the Talisan?” he murmured as they made their way to the courtyard.
“Legendary traders. Some claim even better than those of the Sky Cities. Other than that I have little knowledge of them. We have some trinkets of theirs scattered through-out our markets, usually brought over by Virnoran traders. We have had little contact with the northern peoples.”
Nodding, T'shmura climbed into the elegant two-wheeled chariot, “Come them. Let us hope the reason for their visit is just trade and not something more insidious.”
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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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The meal was simple, stew cooked heavily in a sweet gravy that coated the tongue, and held fast with its subtle flavor that practically demanded the a gentle push from alchohol, in this case gently spiced rum that gave off a powerful dry smell, the flavorings only serving to chase away the burn, which would return shortly, though in lesser strength.

Served upon polished wooden dishes, which glistened with a kind of rural elegance found of those who have a certain bond with nature, and gave the small dining table that overlooked the courtyard.

Light from a well maintained window poured onto the "Goddess" as those amber eyes reflected her usual mildly-amused nature as they watched her elite train themselves below her, the courtyard serving more like a parade ground as her most skilled rallied underneath her banner to perfect their talents under her gaze.

There were several scores of training facilities in Virnora, born from its current "Queen"'s desire to maintain a effective war machine in the various conflicts, most recently in the efforts to expand Virnora's borders.

The mass of reddened hair suddenly moved in a jumble of feathers as the goddess leaned forward, seeing the gates open and a classy, possibly extravagant chariot moved quickly towards the castle, and even from this distance the woman could recongize the robes of white of Elder Tsh'mura, and armored mass that was Captain Ashkura, and her tattooed face shifted slightly from bemused to concerned.

"Oooooo" she heard suddenly, turning her head quickly to see little Shev upon the table, her naked, furred body pressed against the glass as she tried to get a closer look, "Ashy-ku-ra and Tshy-Mu-ra~" she giggled as her hair started to become see-through like glass, translusecent in appearance, "Ryhme~Time."

The Goddess lips curved up into a wide smile, unable to keep herself composed around the little creature whom had pounced upon her table without her noticing. Whether it was her unsufferable eagerness to meet the pair, or the fact she seemed to try to press herself through the glass, she could not help herself around her creature. For the little creatures sake, she hoped the news would be good...

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Hafjarl skittered to a stop, the debris swirled around his feet before rolling off the edge of the precipice into space before falling earthward. With a snort the masked man, squatted down and judged the distance. Before he rose the softest rustle alerted him to someone behind him.

“What are you doing?” inquired the presence, the voice warbled a bit. A young voice carrying the curiosity of innocence. Rising with deadly grace Hafjarl whirled and stared down at the boy, a shepherd by dress. A gasp escaped the boy as he stepped back, his hand instinctively raising his stave to a defensive position. The boy had seen the glorious warriors of Virnora in their gleaming armor and shining weapons. Proud warriors for the Queen.

But this was different, frightening. Before him stood a tall man, clad completely in black and purple. Strange linked armor and a long, heavy blade on that swung easily on the baldric slung loosely upon his shoulder. The most frightening thing was that he couldn't see the man's face, it was completely shroud in abyssal darkness. The hood and mask concealed the face.

“I am contemplating jumping. What are you doing young sir?”
“Err...I am moving my flock across the hill. The noise from the caravan is frightening them.”

Hafjarl stepped closer as he did the boy stiffened, which caused the man to chuckle, “Fear not brave shepherd. I am no threat to you.”

“I am not afraid...You are not from here...I mean you're part of the caravan right?”
“Ahh no. I am of a similar peoples but no I am not with them.”
“Then why do you follow them?”
Hafjarl loomed over the boy now, his presence seemed to swallow the thin, swarthy child in a cloud of darkness, a slight stirring of light danced in the gloom where the man's face should be.

“To see where they go of course.”

T'shmura stepped easily from his chariot, while called the Elder his physique indicated he was still considerably fit and in shape. Casting his eyes towards the tower he spotted what appeared to be something pressing against the glass, a slight smile crossed his lips.

Striding with the confidence of a statesman and former warrior of the city he swept into the huge foyer where several servants rushed to meet him and the Grand Captain. Taking some wine he sipped it easily and waved a dismissive hand to them. Spotting the Queen's head of household he nodded curtly and said, “We seek audience.”

“Indeed. I am sure it must be of imperative need if you are here. Grand Captain your presence is welcome and blessings of the Goddess to you both.”
Both T'shmura and Ashkura bowed slightly and replied, “and to you.”
“We do need to see the Queen, we have some unexpected visitors to Virnora.”

The butler nodded and clicked his teeth, his flesh stripped in the same pattern that followed the pattern of the Queen, his bright eyes narrowed slightly, “I shall let her know that you are here, please move to the smaller throne room.”

With that the butler wheeled about and moved with determination towards the steps leading up to the Queen's chambers. At the vast door he paused then knocked twice before entering.

Lowering his eyes he moved forward with haste and dropped to a knee in the center of the room, his voice carrying through the chamber. “Forgive the intrusion. Councilman T'shmura and the Grand Captain have come with news of visitors. They wait in the smaller throne room for your presence.”

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The sudden knocks forced the queen to take some form of action, shifting herself in the direction of the noise, she glanced at the butler whom had moved his way towards the center of the room with practiced effenciency.

Her expression was one of mild annoyance as she spoke,"Always so formal," her voice chimed in its usual amused nature, falling upon her long time butler, whom maintained the castle even when she was a mere child, though perhaps through a lesser station than the title he held now. They were not so different in years...

Shev bounded of the polished table in a single smooth leap, her form hardly making a sound as she landed with all the talent of a feline acrobat, only to turn and grab her "Queen's" unfinished meal, taking a large spoonful and munching noisely, some bits of it landing on the table. "Amazing" she thought, "How annoyed he can get over spilt stuff!" and she continued her violent food onslaught.

"Thank you." The "Goddess" stated simply as she stood, stretching her powerful war-born body, the long powerful arms still displaying a air of femminine beatuty. Spared from the inbreeding of most nobility, her looks were quite fierce and beautiful, in a wild untamed way, perhaps like a wartorn banner.

She begun to move with sudden haste, her movements betraying her interest in the subject, but also to reduce the chance that her butler would attempt to open the door for her, possibly by closing it first. A great and loyal man, but sometimes too dedicated to prior traditions. Traditions that "The Goddess" was attempting to at least rewrite.

Shev pranced behind her mistress with her usual loving manner, watching the robes sway with sudden interest as she attempted to devour what remained in the dish, too large for her tiny hands. Even the little skips were unable to spill the contents, which sloshed dangerously in its wooden pool.

The Goddess entered the room with a air of friendliness towards the pair, her usual bemused smile now a tiny grin of delight. Truth be told that at times, even a ruler of men feels lonely, and even the divine seek out companionship in order to slack this thirst.

Her steps were large bounds, unable to contain herself some, and swiftly covered the distance, speaking as she made this quick movement, the voice filled with genuine concern and interest in their reason for being here. A twinge of hope found its way into the words, that perhaps, just perhaps, this was a friendly visit. "What brings you friends?"

Hardly waiting for her mistress to speak, the little feline spoke, her mouth partially filled with food, "Tshymura and Ashykura~" she sang, her girlish voice filled with excitement and self-pride at having come up with such a brilliant ryhme, and she raised her bowl, with mere scraps left in it, the real "bottom of the barrel" pieces, with carrots picked out in a large pile of orange. "Want some? Its good~"

A small sigh emited from the goddess, "Shev." her voice said in a negative tone, and her eyes focused on the tiny creature, watching it give her its undivided attention, a task very difficult for her, and ears perk up listening for her orders. "Let them speak." she mentioned, looking at the pair.

Whatever hopes she had the news was good melted away as both faces showed concern. The Elder Tsh'Mura in his white robes just ever so slightly dusty from the travel to the city, but still fresh and clean. He had served with her mother and been a warrior of Virnora, a fact that "The Goddess" respected. A man whom had experience on the front as well as in peace was something she could appreicate.

Her gaze shifted over towards Ashkura, her in proud armor. She liked Ashkura for her pratical, and less than formal nature. She focused on what was important, which was results. As a High Captain of Virnora, she had need of her talents on multiple occassions. As a person though, the manticore would admit she knew less of them than she wanted, being too preoccupied in the constant border struggles have caused some form of distance between the "Goddess" and her subjects.

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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Twenty minutes later Hafjarl slipped the shepherd off his back. Casting about a moment before he looked down at the boy. “Thank you for showing me that route master Arherm.” He said with a low bow and a flourish of his hand.

Arherm bowed in return, a hug grin spread across his face, it was obvious to the shepherd that the man was not ordinary and today was not an ordinary day. “Why are you coming to Virnora Hafjarl?” he asked as they began walking along the game trail that led to a postern gate of the city.

“Eh? I am following the caravan.”
“But why? Why do they hold such fascination for you?”
Several moments passed before the shrouded figure clapped a thick gauntleted hand on the slim shoulder of the boy, “Arherm, what do you know of the larger world? Beyond your flock and this city?'
“I know much. I hear things from other shepherds and sometimes I hear my father and uncles talking with the merchants in town.”
“Ah a worldly lad then. Do you know of the Talisan?”
“I have heard they are beautiful in a strange way, a dark way. But their tongues are pure silver and they carry the world in their bags.”
“Heh, not quite but they are very good at what they do. Have you heard of any of the northern peoples then?”

Arherm stiffened a moment then nodded, as he did so he glanced over his shoulder and muttered a prayer to the goddess to protect him, “I have heard the stories that shepherds share during the long nights. Stories of the dead who walk. Their Queen and of the others the dark one, the war between the dead and shadows.” Pausing a moment Arherm glanced sideways at the tall wrapped man next to him, “What do you know about them?”
“Aye, I have heard the same thing. The Dreaming Queen and her undead warriors. The mighty war between Gothi and the her, the fight for the souls of a people. Aye I have heard them. Do you know that much of that is true...but they are not dead. We are not dead.”

Both stopped and stared at each other a moment, before the boy reached out and touched the man again, after he did so Arherm stepped back and shrugged his shoulders, “You don't seem dead to me.”
A loud ringing laughter erupted from the shrouded figure and echoed across the valley.
“Aye lad, I am not dead. Though I may look it I am assuredly not. Why am I here? Because my young friend those shadows as you call them, some of their agents are with that caravan and the Dreaming Queen wants to know why. So I turn myself to your mercy my young lord shepherd, will you allow me into the city?”

The boy straightened up, his shoulders back, chest out the way the warriors of the city had done when they marched to battle, his face jutted up, his eyes shining, “Of course Hafjarl, you are my friend.” Then the boy marched towards the city, following faint trails towards a wall, where nary a door could be seen. But where one lay hidden, one that the shepherds used often when sneaking into and out of the city.”


Both the Grand Captain and T'shmura turned at the opening of the door. The Queen strode in, by the look in her eyes and the way she admonished her little companion, even gently, that the seriousness of their visit was tantamount.

“My dear Queen.” The statesman said as he offered the perfunctory bow, the Grand Captain lowered her head and tapped her chest twice.

T'shmura smiled wide before continuing, “Have you looked west this morn? We have visitors. The scouts...” He nodded to the Grand Captain who cleared her throat before speaking.
“My liege, scouts spotted them crossing the border from T'ka T'ka, they are traders from what we can gather. They have large animals, elephants and camels as well as horses. From their dress and bright colors we suspect they may be Talisan traders.”

T'shmura picked up where the captain stopped, “If they are Talisan it is good for their wares are known for their quality. However my Queen my concern and one that the council will have, is why? Why are the Talisans coming here. While we produce wines and sweat meats, and our pleasure traders are exquisite but I can hardly believe that would be a reason though.”

Stepping towards the window he pointed towards the gathering dust cloud, “They are coming my Queen, I suspect that they will stop well away from the city making a camp before sending an emissary to negotiate their stay and trade agreements.”

Casting an eye back to the Queen he smiled, “Our people will need a diplomat not a warrior for this my Queen. I offer my humble self to be your counsel in this matter.” With that he bowed slightly and tapped his chest twice before straightening again, allowing his gaze to return to the dust cloud that grew ever closer.

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The Queen's eyes closed softly as she focused on what both trusted officials had to say, the tanned eyelids covering her fierce amber eyes, sucking at her teeth slightly, almost as if she had missed a piece of food from her early morning meal, before shifting her head towards the window and taking in the oncoming duststorm.

Shev's hair stood on end, her body nearly bursting from the tension of the room and naturally readying herself by pure instinct, her body begun shifting slightly beastial. "Whatever worries my mistress, I will hunt it, and place it before her." she reasoned in her own thoughts, not quite able to grasp the seriousness of the situation.

Several moments passed, minutes that felt like hours perhaps to each individual, before the Queen spoke, staring still at the rising dust, "Humble?" the manticore's voice seemed to fill the entire room with its presence, forcing its way through the silence in its neutral tone, "Never the less, thank you Elder." she continued her vigil, "I wonder if something perhaps on the outside world draws them here. From a traders point of view Virnora has a strong military, so it is safe. We are far away from the troubles of their homes, and expansion would only make sense here." she smiled slightly, shaking her head, "I hope that we are not bought out." her body seemingly frozen upon the view.

Without so much as shifting her body, she continued speaking, "Ashkura," she said directly, calling her Captain by her name, "I wish for you to assemble a force to maintain order within our own city, and if we come to agreement with these outsiders I wish for you to make sure that it is our law that prevails." she shifted her head towards her trusted commander now, the piercing amber eyes fixed on the other womans gaze, "How strong are our forces here in Virnora?" the Queen spoke with genuine concern. Virnora was not at her strongest due to several prolonged border wars, leaving her a bit low on manpower for such a sudden event.

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Once inside the walled city Hafjarl patted Arherm on the back and bent low so to whisper in the boy's ear, “Master Arherm I owe you a great debt. I shall repay it when you need, but for now you must forget you and I know one another.” The shepherd's eyes grew wide as he leaned away from the dark figure, “Why?”

Kneeling, Hafjarl clasped the boy's arms, “My presence in your city could be bad, especially if someone who doesn't know what you know. There are many who fear those they don't understand and lash out blindly.” Lowering his head so that both foreheads touched the warrior whispered, “You young master may be my voice one day.”

Rising swiftly the man glanced around then a soft glow radiated from his face, then before Arherm could react the man vanished. Whirling the shepherd gaped as the warrior glanced back once before striding away into the shadows.

Both T'shmura and the Grand Captain took a step back at the resounding voice of the Queen. Exchanging glances they listened to her words, both had a similar discussion on the ride over, why were they coming.

T'shmura spoke first, “My Queen if they are seeking refuge we cannot afford them sanctuary. I have heard stories of the northern peoples...we all have. Daemons and monsters who command the shadow and fires of hell itself.” Clenching his fist, the councilman shook his head, “My Queen if they are fleeing the unliving we must urge them to continue their search for respite.”

Ashkura bit her lip, her mind racing as she pondered what the Queen had asked and what the councilman had stated. With an exhale she lowered her head, the tawny red hair falling over her face, her voice low as she started.

“I have the Guard, but we are undermanned. I have perhaps 500, maybe 600 to garrison the city. We have two cohorts several days ride from here, but they are recovering from the border skirmishes with Arduhar and are weary from those forays.” Glancing up her face stoic as she eyed both of them.

“With the scouts and those in the training halls we have perhaps a total of 1000 warriors at hand and only half of them have any experience. From what I gathered from reports, there are at least 200 outriders and guards to this caravan. But we know little to nothing of them.” Puffing a breath she walked to the table and poked at the food a moment before continuing.

“My concern is one of uncertainty. As T'shmura stated we have heard the stories of the northern people. The Talisan are from the north as well, do they possess the powers to summon daemons? Do they fight with magics? Are they allied with the Dead Queen of the north? I cannot promise much if they bring a fight other than we shall do all we can to ensure they suffer a high price.”

T'shmura snorted and spoke rapidly, “We have to show strength even if we don't have it, we must project it. Once they come to negotiate trade with us, we must present the illusion of power to ensure that our laws and will are present in their minds.”

Ashkura nodded in agreement, “Yes. We will project strength, but what is strength if it is a ram against a Black Wurm? A ram may fight but the wurm will win in the end.”

The councilman shook his head, “Agreed but they don't know us either, perhaps that uncertainty will create a dialogue where neither side wants to provoke the other. My Queen what ever we do we must do it from a position of strength.”

The Grand Captain exhaled, “My concern is we don't know them, rumors and legends. They have been trading in T'ka T'ka for years they must have heard, even inquired about us. They have an advantage over us at this time.”

Both fell silent and stared at the Queen a moment before turning towards the window. From afar the faint sounds of music could be heard.

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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The manticore queen's ears twitched slightly, a warm smile painted on her warlike features as she paid careful attention to each of her loyal vassals, her powerful body bent slightly as she reached down with one massive hand to stroke Shev, each little movement causing the tiny creature to purr delightedly. "I have yet to meet a creature able to withstand a strong Virnoran heart," she said calmly,pointing towards Virnora's busy streets, "And we have thousands."

Shev smiled delightedly, purring in her moment of pure bliss before her mewling voice sounded out, "Yep~ thousands and thousands!" she chimed, feeling that quiet confidence of her mistress. It filled her with a strange sense of joy that seemed to want to burst forth from her, and caused the tiny creature to shake with adreniline. "I'll be back!" she hollered suddenly, sprinting off in a blurr of movement, moving on all fours like some wild beast.

The Queen laughter sounded, booming, joyous, and easily overcoming what little music was finding its way towards the castle, "See friends?" she stated simply, attempting to hold back her mirth, "We shall be fine, but back to the subject at hand. I believe we all have preparations. I will send a message to the people and the criers shall spread it throughout the city." she raised one hand to each of her fellows shoulders, a gesture of comradship that her mother was reknowned for, "They shall learn of us soon enough. Even if they have magics of daemons and the dead, they are no match for a Goddess and her children."

The throne room doors slammed open as little Shev entered, her body glistening in fine chainmail that dragged unto the floor with wild clinks, and upon her back rested a large broadsword that dragged upon the floor, much like the greatbladed used by powerful men of arms. Each step she took was clearly labored as she saluted, in true Virnoran style, pounding her chest. "I am ready my Queen." her tiny voice called out oddly formal and filled with eagerness, her comedic appearance belaying the seriousness of her voice.

The manticore strode quickly towards her tiny creature, a serious expression upon her formerly humous features as she touched the litle Dou'far's head, the large hand encompassing it completely as she removed the chain mail hood, the armor falling down off her body without it to hold it upon the creature, "I need your skills of the hunt." she stated, "You will be my eyes, for I cannot see them." she pointed now towards the window.

Shev only bowed her feline head, and sprinted away, her body becoming nearly invisible as her mind went into a instinctive state, one of feral reasoning. She had been a scout and spy for her Queen in several border wars, and was oddly capable in this capacity. Gone was the childish personality, instead replaced by fantastic zeal and a feral nature.

The Queen rested her knees on the floor as she begun to pick up the fallen weapons, the glimmer of chainmail shimmering in the sunlight that was pouring in full force from her window. Her fingers traced the matierals in absent minded thought.

"I feel as if we are being hurtled into changing times, her hushed tone was apologetic, and clearly her love of her creature paramount for this moment, "like a spear cast from a powerful arm."

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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Hafjarl heard the music waft through the morning air, the gay and giddy sounds of flutes and drums echoing across the skies. All caravans used such methods to announce their presence. Walking carefully through the dusty streets, the sights and sounds of Virnora flooded the invisible figure. Finding an alley the man stepped into the space between two buildings then with practiced grace scaled the wall to a thatched roof.

Casting his gaze towards the settling dust cloud, a stirring of aesr energies flowed from him in a cascading wave. Subtle. Drifting, and non-invasive the wave rolled through the streets toward the caravansary. Only one skilled in the aesr would feel the energies, and even then the chances of finding the source would be, well it would take the skill of a master to do that.

Skorathus watched the activity that bustled around him. The caravan was setting up, spreading their tents and raising the billowing banners that would call to the people of Virnora. Easing the elephant forward he allowed the musicians to move past him, as he cast his gaze towards the walled city.

Although a Talisan, Skorathus was part Xindhi which accounted for his size, standing a head taller than a Talisan man. He also inherited his mothers aesr sense, that is what had made him an excellent caravan leader. Many merchants trusted his senses when it came to trade, after all he had made them wealthy several lifetimes over. When he suggested this trip to Virnora some balked, others complained because there was little that could be acquired in the walled city .

“Ah no my friends. There is much to be gained by this trip. We will be the first Talisans to establish a route here. While it may not seem like it will yield wealth it will.” He had argued at the council. “Trust me, the profit in the future will be a thousand fold what your investment will be. The lands around the city are rich with the pink stone, Sugilite!”

He had them then, after all they would not be investing much more than a few riders and several pack animals of goods, he knew their greed, and it would play against them. Sugilite was a rare gem and one that would bring a profit in the western lands where they would trade precious coca leaves for it.

Skorathus peered back at the blue clad Gothi who, along with his paladins had been the true reason for this trip. Nodding slightly towards them he turned his eyes back towards the city. The wizard-priest who served the Xindhi High-King had offered him the lands of his mother's family.

“I don't understand...”
“It is simple Skorathus, your mother's family had lands until they joined the banner of the Dreaming Queen. King Autik has offered to restore those lands to you if you will do a small favor for the High-King.”
“Of course, what can I do?”
“Why nothing more than allowing us to accompany you to the city of Virnora. Simply take a caravan there and the High King will grant you the lands you richly deserve.”

Skorathus jumped at the chance, he was tired of the life of a caravan leader. He wanted his own lands, he wanted to be more than a half-breed.

Riding forward a bit the caravan leader nodded to the emissary who began a slow walk towards the city. He would ask for largesse for the caravan and then ask to have an audience with the local queen. A wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes flickered with a faint glow. The game was on, for trading was naught but a game and one he savored.

“Come! Move faster you lot, we have a city to impress and trade to commence!” He roared as he turned the beast around, his great staff pointing at tents half erected, “Hurry or lose profit!”

Both High Captain Ashkura and councilman T'shmura took their leave of the Queen. It was time to make preperations. Leaving the castle the elder statesman peered at his companion, “We will have to be vigilant. We are going to war but not a war our Queen has faced before, this is one of politics.” He paused and inhaled deeply before continuing, “There is something that has brought these merchants here, and that is something we must discover. I want you to send out scouts, have them search the lands around here.”

The High Captian nodded, “I shall, and then what? What if they find something, even if it is trivial? Tell the Queen?”
“No, tell me and let me judge. If it is something we can use as a leverage then I will tell the Queen. We cannot back ourselves into a corner, we have to have something to bargain with.”
“Have you experience with these...Talisans?”
“No...not personally. But I have my spies who tell me that they never enter an area unless there is something of value to them. There must be something here that they want, we have to discover what it is.”

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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The blurr of near invisible movement bounded from the rooftops of Virnora with skill built from nearly a decade of playful games at its highest peak, where seemingly thousands of smells wafted towards the heavens. The scent of exotic dancers applying their trade, their smell that of sweet and perfume... it was a smell little Shev particularly liked, as it spoke to her base instincts. These primal urges is what distracted the little creature temporarily from her task, "Besides,"she thought, "It is not like the caravan is going anywhere."

With one wild leap, the small feline made a leap that would have impressed event he most athletic lad, she crossed a large gap between the city streets, scrambling up the side of a small thatched roof, intent on looking at the company within in her usual curiosity. Nearly invisible to the world, she felt safe here, and her nose twitched, taking in the scent.

Confusion suddenly filled her features, a dull, strange scent filled her senses. It was close, something that she had never smelled before in her years of city exploration. Her eyes narrowed in mild distress, ears laid back almost agressively while her small tail twitched in annoyance before turning her head towards her right side.

A man was there on the rooftop next her, facing away from her with focus, his strange moving eyes that was fixed on the oncoming horde of strangers. Unable to focus entirely on the person next to her, clothed in his strange garb, and wrapped in his unique smell, she watched the task she was "Supposed" to be doing, straw colores eyes that matched the rooftop, focused both on the oncoming caravan and this lone stranger, who had the auduicity to be on HER rooftops!

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The Queen's face was filled with mild pleasure as she sat upon her powerful throne, the glossy polished darkened wood, the heavy thing nearly twice the size of any other nations throne. A tribute to the godly figure that rested upon it

The Manticore Queen had already given orders for any emmisary to be granted passage to her throne room, and that path would lead them through the courtyard where her elite still ran drills and gathered themselves in full force, their heavily tattooed bodies making them seem almost as beast-like as their ruler. How she longed to be with them!

The Manticore Queen wondered if in the far off lands, had her own cities history ever been known to the outside? Did they know if their victories, raising this land from nothing and staying the tide of the border nations? Did they hear of the vicious Manticores that ripped apart forces, fighting alongside their troops? If they knew nothing, then they were fools...

Her long hands fingered a pair of wicked looking clubs, their blackened metal thick and filled with heavy iron studs that glistened slightly in the light. She felt comfort in having them, a bit of security, even though it was hardly the true strength of a Manticore Goddess, the weapons had been long companions.

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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Hafjarl felt the distrubance, a gothi. A slight hiss escaped his lips as he broke the galdhr energy wave. After a pause he spoke low and slow, “Hello Dou'far...to what do I have the pleasure of your company?”

Turning his head he focused on the creature known for it's ability to hide in plain view. The whorl of energies dimished and faded so that only darkness eminated from the hooded face. He had hoped he would have been undeteced for a little while longer as he tried to ascertain why the Gothi traveled with the carvan.

However the fates, which ever one of the three; Skuld, Rydderch or Marva had felt it better he was found. Dropping his hands to his side he bowed slightly to the diminutive creature.
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Falsax stiffened as he felt the nibbling of energy on the verge of his consciousness. With a snarl he raised his stave and slammed it on the ground with such impact that the a wave of energy washed away from him kicking up dust and debris. Those busy setting up the caravan paused and felt a tightness in their throat.

A wave of energy rushed from him, invisible, yet potent. Racing outward seeking the source of the galdhr that had touched him. The paladins with him stepped froward, establishing a wall between them and the gothi.

“A touch, masterful and subtle, yet a touch never the less.”
“Perhaps it is naught but a simple hedge wizard or a wise-woman?”
Falsax growled, “I am Gothi, I can tell the difference between a master and hedge wizard.”
The paladin blanched a moment then turned back to scan the area, he would rather face a Cughtagh or Aeryn than dare insult Falsax.

The tight skin drawn tight across his features, the Gothi felt the pulse of aesr thrum through him. As much as he hated to admit it, there was a possibility that it may be a hedge-wizard. That fact burned deep in his chest more than anything else. Powerful as he was, as any Gothi, they paled in comparison to the followers of the Dreaming Queen.

Skorathus had seen the Gothi. The reaction startled him, but he knew, had seen others act that way. The wizard-priest was afraid, but of what? Narrowing his eyes, the caravan master nudged his elephant around and let his own aesr, as limited as it was, to flow from him. He would explain his use of aesr as simply seeking the closest source of the Sugilite.
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The Emmisary, a tall willowy woman dressed in flowing white, her face covered, only her dazzling large blue eyes were visible. In one hand she carried a gage with two doves, in the other a thin sword called a “Tzarlis”. Like all emmisaries this woman took her position seriously. She would negoiate or she would be slain.

Should the ruler of this city agree to terms then she would release the doves, if the answer was no she would use the wickedly sharp blade to take her life as price for failure to negoiate for the caravansary. The old saying “don't kill the messanger” comes from this practice.

The woman walked with measured paces through the courtyard where warriors practiced. A wisp of a smile fluttered on her lips. How often had she seen similar actions. Leaders were predictable, they always displayed their warriors. However they always failed to grasp that merchants, traders such as the Talisan had seen all manner of wonders.

The great sky-cities and galleons of the Eastern lands. The lighting shrouded peaks of the Norths where it was said the fates held council in the dark skies. The lost city of Zupatacal, the city of the jaguar. The celestial fires that danced along the shores of Cazamourn. These and more wonders unimaginable had the Talisan traders seen.

Her eyes lingered on the bodies of the warriors, her mind racing as she took in their tattoos, their armor and weapons. It was all part of an Emissary's job. Negotiator and spy.

Stepping into the throne room, she lowered her eyes and knelt low, her voice strong as she said aloud, “Great Queen of Virnora, great and power ruler of all she surveys. I come to offer terms of trade between the caravan from Talisa and this great city.”

Bowing so her head touched the floor the emmisary prostrate herself saying “I wait your pleasure Great Queen.”

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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The tiny creatures face was filled with curiosity at the blackened hood, which in the brightness of the sun should have at least revealed to her this strange smelling mans features. Whether through magic or camoflague similar to her own, the head was seemingly nothing but blackness, a headless wanderer who traveled upon her rooftop.

Her lips moved slightly as she hissed "My names not "Dou'far", the tiny voice filled with confusion at what that even meant, for she had been a creature of the city, and was completely blind to the outside world beyond the borders of Virnora's country side. She knew naught of the clans who hid themselves in forests and their strange cultures.

Cocking her currently gold-straw furred head, she stated "Your funny looking," as if uttering a matter of fact, rather than a her own biased oponin that was formed purely of ignorance, "but are you with them?" and one "pawed" hand pointed towards the odd caravan.
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The slightly cracked lips that were usually upwards in a smiling freindly gesture was but a long forgotten memory at the words of this silver tongued emmisary, and the Queen pursed those same lips in a expression of mild disdain as her powerful leather-clad body leaned slowly forward, the delayed movement causing every visible tattooed feature to shift ever so slightly as she brought one elbow down upon her thigh, resting her raven feather adorned head upon her beast-like open hand in a pose that clearly highlighted her dislike.

Glistening amber eyes fixed upon the emissary, flickering between the thin blade carried at her side, its make seemingly not a weapon of war but a ornament or tool with a single purpose, and the cage of doves whom seemed quite comfortable next to their current carrier. The Manticore growled ever so slightly as those eyes fixed upon the concealed just moments before the emissary kneeled before her.

A single word was all that was necessary, its power sweeping the room and echoing off its large throne room, reverbrating off of seemingly every tapestry and falling upon the emissary. It was a voice formed from years of leading a wartorn nation against its enemies, a tone that was remeniscent of a proud mother standing before her children.

"Welcome."

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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Hafjarl studied the dou'far before him. In the inky dark he smiled. “Ah yes, I beg your forgiveness Dou'far. However I do not have the honor of your name.” With a flourish he bowed low, as he did so he gripped the edges of his hooded cloak and spread his arms out. The illusion was of a dark, billowing mass that could be a interpreted in a multitude of ways. Perhaps a large bat, maybe a flying raptor. Some would just see a shadow that shimmered at the edges as the wind rippled the cloak.

“I am Hafjarl. I am but a poor traveler who comes to the fabled city of Virnora. As for my appearance I do apologize but it comes with age I am afraid.”

Cocking his head to the eye the distant caravan. The Gothi sent out a crude attempt to find him, but there was another, weaker flux that he detected. Rasing slowly he waved a hand that swirled a moment then clenched before opening again. He had created a slight galdhr bubble that diverted the probing energies around he and the Dou'far. He had expected the Gothi but the second flow was a surprise. Perhaps it was a paladin, perhaps not, but it did give rise to who else at the carvan held some mastery of the Aesr.

Turning his full attention to the Dou'far he eyed her carefully, she didn't have the usual shamanistic attire that most wore. Clearly there is more to this city than meets the eye.
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In the throne room, the Emissary heard the word boom and smiled. Rising to her knees she settled in. The thick wrap would provide comfort to her knees during the negotiations. Placing the cage next to her, the woman unwrapped a thick white cloth and laid it before her, after smoothing it out she placed the tzarlis, point towards her on the cloth. Bowing again allowing her head to touch the blade she whispered a prayer to the fates that whatever their wishes be it be fulfilled.

Straightening she locked eyes on the Queen who sat in the large ornate throne, “Great Queen what is the tithe you request of us? In return for that we request protection as guests of your city. As we honor the traditions of trade we also request access to your merchants and their wares within the walls of your city and extend protection when they come to our caravan.”

Pausing to let that settle she waited a moment then continued, “We also request the right to barter for metals, food and grains for our own purposes and ask that usury be checked so that all parties are dealt with fairly.”

Sucking in air slightly the woman closed her eyes, the hardest part was coming. After a moment she opened them, “We also request the right to forage for food and water for our animals. As well as elements that we may trade to others.”

It was always a tricky thing to ask for the right to harvest materials, if the ruler knew what they had of value they tended to negotiate tougher, if not they would dismiss it. Some however were savvy and would permit it only with an escort to ensure they were not being robbed blind. Which was this ruler? The Emissary nodded her head slightly and waited to hear what the counter offer would be.

Whatever the answer the negotiations had just begun.

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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Thousands of shadowy moths seemed to scatter away from the opening cloak as the man spoke, his words confident, but definately polite. The little creature could not resist a urge to swipe at one of these little illusions playfully, purring as her straw-colored face twisted into awe. "Not even my mistress can do that."

Her ears twitched as the man continued to speak, introducing himself as a "Hafjarl", whatever that was, it sounded silly. "Why travel here?" she mewed, moving closer, having seemingly no understanding of personal space, her feline eyes aglow with mild hero worship. "Magic tricks?"
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Silence, for seemingly long hours as the Goddess's eyes focused on the emissary, as if attempting to tear her apart under the powerful gaze, light reflecting from the opened windows as a breeze overtook the room, carrying with it the smell of her beloved city and summer.

Her nose twitched with the intoxicating scent, causing a small ripple of movement throughout the blackened tattoos, before her powerful voice sounded unto the room, carrying with it a odd note of ease, perhaps suddenly calmed by this minor interruption. "You will not forage, but instead purchase resources." her arms crossing in a pose that clearly stated "No."

It was purely out of fear of a possible enemy, that she turned this foraging down. Why allow a possible enemy to run amock in her territory, feasting upon her wild game? Her own troops needed the substance, and the matierals outside formed many of the necessary resources for Virnora's independence. Self sufficient was her way.

"Perhaps a tithe of sixty out of every hundred goods could include food and water for your beasts of burden?" and with that she cocked her head, curious about the caravan. She had a few advantages over these travelers, whom without the city would not legally have resources to maintain the caravan outside of the goods brought forth.

"Your merchants will have access to our city, but each name will be recorded and my men shall follow." she moved her rough features in a small curt nod, the first friendly gesture she offered towards this white-clad emissary,brilliant red hair waving slightly with this movement, "for your own protection, as well as mine, for I will not ask you to give up arms."

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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"Why travel here?" mewed the Dou'far "Magic tricks?"

Hafjarl chuckled at the little creature, “Why indeed?” Straightening he spun around, his hands extended , fingers spread. “This city is alive little one. Alive with a love for life that is seldom seen. A desire, nay a lust for life spreads from this city and calls out to be explored. Experienced.”

Stopping he peered at the creature that had closed with him, “Magic? Perhaps. But it is a magic that flows in all life.” The dark that floated under the hood flowed and roiled like a living thing, concealing everything within the hood. “Tell me little one, tell me about this city. Tell me what are you proudest of?”
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The word echoed in her ear, a word not unexpected but one that the Emissary had heard many times before. Under the white wrap she smiled slightly. Inhaling deeply, followed by a hissing exhalation.

“Mighty Queen.” She began “What can we do? You ask us to trust your people to provide food for our animals, animals that are not common here.” Shaking her head and emitting a deep sigh, dramatic of course, “Oh most worshipful, most benevolent, most merciful...you condemn our animals to death and in that you condemn us to death.”
Lowering her head again the emissary touched the tzarlis, before casting her large eyes at the Queen upon her throne. “Do not condemn us. Let us seek food that our animals require, grant us one week to do so. After we have gathered them, your people can supply us our needs.”

Before she could continue her plea, the sounds of guards behind her alerted her to the presence of another, perhaps an adviser.

T'shmura bowed toward the Queen. He was dressed in his armor. Taking two steps in he knelt low, as he did so his eyes narrowed at the back of the Emissary. “My Queen forgive my lateness.”

The Emissary curled a lip and her eyes flickered slightly towards the Queen. There was a subtle shift in her eyes, one that would be hard to detect unless one noticed it. She seemed to be angry.
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The scout that watched the caravan stiffened as she spotted the Gothi. It was not hard, he was flanked by a half-dozen warriors in shining armor of a kind she had not seen before. Casting about she located some of the outriders and studied them. They were dressed in leather and had long bows. Slipping back into the brush she frowned.

It meant something, it had to. Who was the one in the blue robes and why did he have such guards? And what was he doing? No she felt that the High Captain needed to know. After making her way through the scrub she stood, looking back at the caravan. Turning she took off towards the city.

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"Thats easy!" the little figure mewed, delighted to be asked a question that was so simple. "Meikara of course!" she giggled excitedly, pointing one paw towards the grand castle of Virnora, "Thats her home there!" she then stretched her little paws as wide as they could, arms outstretched as if preparing for flight, "Its soooooooooooooooo big!"

Suddenly she covered her mouth, eyes focused down at the thatched roof, ears flat in a apologetic expression, "Her name is Queen... not Meikara." she mewed sadly, as if disliking that fact. "She's my best freind, but now that Queen Virnora is gone..." she sighed, sitting down and cleaning herself, licking her forearm and straightening the wild fur.

When she stopped after a few seconds she continued speaking, "But im so proud of her!" nodding vigorously as these words filled the air, "She is very strong, and she's amazingly beautiful, and she's so nice to me." and with that, little Shev grinned, "and she is really really good at hide and seek!"

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"It was your foolishness that would condemn you to death, emissary." the angry voice echoed through the hall with annoyance that was quite unlike the ruler. Straightening herself to her full height, the amber eyed Queen glared long blades into the masked face of the white robed woman. They glistened with sudden disgust, and her mouth moved as if she was prepared to say something particularly harsh. Those words were lost upon Tsh'mura's arrival.

The Manticore was silent for a long moment, in her true fashion, the moment seemingly frozen in time by this sudden interruption. Once again, she allowed herself to close her eyes, the expression seemed to be longing for some kind of peace, but her lips had a small friendly smile. "Tsh'mura," and she leaned forward, the war maces rolling a bit from the slight angle of her recovered pose, "thank you for coming."

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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Hajarl smiled at the Dou'far, although she couldn't see it. The smile became a frown, Meikara and the Queen while one and the same held a sense of something more than just a woman.

“I am sure she is little one. Perhaps one day she and I will play hide and seek.” Hafjarl glanced back at the castle then towards the caravan. Indeed there was much more to this city than was apparent. Clenching a fist, alowing gladhr to seep from his form and around his fist a hazy blue glow appeared, slowly drifting around his form until it encapsulated him.

His voice seemed distant, as if coming from a well, “For now I must watch those in the caravan.” The light bent and folded around him until he was gone, vanished from sight. As he seemed to blink out, he bent his knees slightly then hurled himself off the roof and onto another closer to the wall.

He knew there would be a Gothi in the caravan, but the presence of another, uncontrolled user of aesr made him curious and a little worried.
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The Emissary exhaled softly before straightening up. Allowing her eyes to flick towards the man as he walked past her, taking up a position between the Queen and herself. Peering intently at the man she was surprised when he spoke to her.

“Croeso i ein dinas. Hyderaf y byddwch yn dod o hyd ein masnach yn dderbyniol ac yn haeddu cael eich sgiliau.”

It was visible to all how shocked the Emissary was that he spoke in Talisan and not the trade langauge that was the norm. Her eyes grew large as she replied, “Rydym yn croesawu ac yn gobeithio y fasnach ffynnu rhyngom.”

Turning to the Queen T'shmura smiled and bowed, his voice low, “Now she doesn't know if we speak her langauge or not. We have taken her advantage from her.” Touching his head in a sign of reverance he continued, “I can't speak much more but that should be enough to keep them worried.”

Facing the Emissary he nodded and sat down on a large pillow, his voice a little haughty “Gadewch i ni barhau ein masnach a gadael y dynged yn penderfynu “

Clearly rattled the woman nodded, her voice low, “Praise yn y dynged” Exhaling she licked her lips, voice warbling slightly, “Great Queen we will accept the food you offer. We humbly request that you honor us by attending our market and open trade between your people and the merchants.”

Inside the woman seethed, she had been thrown off her game by the man who had come in. Clearly he was of some import to the Queen for she accepted his intrusion and now she knew why. He spoke Talisan. The Master would have to be warned of this. The question now was how many understood it.

Locking her eyes on the man it was obvious the hatred she now had for him, T'shmura smiled placidly at her.
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The scout ran as fast as possible. Her legs propelling her forward towards the walls. It was important that she get inside and warn the High Captain of this. The caravan had someone of great import with them, someone who seemed to posses the skills of a wizard. She had only a quarter mile to go when the impact of the arrow caused her to stumble.

The second one hammered her in the back, not more than an inch from the first. Being a warrior she knew she was dead, whoever was firing was skilled. The third arrow entered her back between the first two.

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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The "Harjarl" spoke of his absence before he begun to fade from existence, blinking into a movement that was nearly impossible for even the sharp eyes of the tiny Shev to follow, and she breathed in deeply through the fine nose. The scent was unique, and she marked it in her mind, for it reminded her of a corpse.

Those amber eyes of hers followed the fading trail as the man left her, becoming steadily lost within the thousands of familar scents that formed Virnora. She twisted her head towards the caravan, her bubbly personality fading as she once again focused on her task.. to watch these strange outsiders.
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"It would be a pleasure." the Queen spoke, her tone suddenly friendly as she gave the angry emissary a slow nod and the small movement caused the flaming sea of hair to cover her features, the small blackened feathers rippling like waves throughout.

Her fierce amber eyes fluttered gently as the Manticore drifted into her usual dreamy state, her lips curved upward in a soft smile that caused each tattoo along her mouth to stretch slightly. "Is that all, Emissary?"

Out of the corner of her vision, Tsh'mura was resting upon a pillow and holding himself with a almost snide appearance of a good freind. No wonder the Emissary was so angry, for her loyal vassal was one who did like to live up a victory. Even in his late years, the old warrior could be so smug. It was part of the reason Meikara liked him.

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Re: The goddess of Virnora (closed)

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The Emissary stood and bowed to the Queen and her counsel. However the venom in her eyes when she looked at T'shmura was palpable. “I will release the doves that say we have reached an accord.” She murmured and bowed again, and backed out of the throne room to do her task.

When she left T'shmura exhaled and glanced at the Queen, his voice steady, “They are here for a reason my Queen. What that reason is I am not sure yet. I have seen several of the Talisa Merchant ceremonies before, I had my suspicions when she arrived without a honor gift.”

Turning completely on the pillow so he now faced the Queen, he tapped his knee before continuing, “What did she want? What specifically were their demands? Perhaps that will give us insight to their true intentions.” T'shmura glanced out the window as the large white birds fluttered and flew back towards the cravan.

“My Queen I fear that the world has come to our doorsteps and we must be wary of whom we deal.”

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